If ever I should fall in love,
t’would be a gal of your vortices –
the only hope I’d pray to find
is one without rigor mortises…
Dorothy, Dottie, Dot my gal
Why did you choose to leave?
Did you hear me call your name
from my heart upon my sleeve?
You sang so loud – the world didn’t hear
the same beauty I find unseen –
Oh darling – if only we were near –
I’d have given you that limosine…
You acted so tough and witty without –
but I’m certain that deep within
was a girl so tender but sexy enough
to stuff it up to her chin…!
Dottie, Dottie, Dottie my pet,
life alone is but love misled.
Of mine and this my only regret,
that you are now inconveniently dead!
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